Aloud the Prof’s computer spoke,
a recently made refinement,
and with its sweet dulcet tones awoke
us to give us our assignment.
Take the common housefly. You may say
that plenty of those exist.
But these, the Prof had given their DNA
a four dimensional twist.
We were to take these gnarly bugs
and examine how they age.
So we pumped them full of drugs
and placed them in a cage.
It was bogus. We finally realised plenty
left, we didn’t see them go.
But it seemed we, totally, lost twenty
Time Flies, like, in a row.